The Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Our life is twofold Sleep hath its own worldB
A boundary between the things misnamedB
Death and existence Sleep hath its own worldB
And a wide realm of wild realityB
And dreams in their development have breathC
And tears and tortures and the touch of joyD
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughtsE
They take a weight from off waking toilsF
They do divide our being they becomeG
A portion of ourselves as of our timeH
And look like heralds of eternityB
They pass like spirits of the past they speakI
Like sibyls of the future they have powerJ
The tyranny of pleasure and of painK
They make us what we were not what they willL
And shake us with the vision that's gone byA
The dread of vanished shadows Are they soM
Is not the past all shadow What are theyN
Creations of the mind The mind can makeO
Substances and people planets of its ownP
With beings brighter than have been and giveQ
A breath to forms which can outlive all fleshR
I would recall a vision which I dreamedB
Perchance in sleep for in itself a thoughtB
A slumbering thought is capable of yearsS
And curdles a long life into one hourJ
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IIA
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I saw two beings in the hues of youthT
Standing upon a hill a gentle hillL
Green and of mild declivity the lastB
As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of suchU
Save that there was no sea to lave its baseV
But a most living landscape and the waveW
Of woods and corn fields and the abodes of menX
Scattered at intervals and wreathing smokeY
Arising from such rustic roofs the hillL
Was crowned with a peculiar diademZ
Of trees in circular array so fixedB
Not by the sport of nature but of manA2
These two a maiden and a youth were thereB2
Gazing the one on all that was beneathC2
Fair as herself but the boy gazed on herJ
And both were young and one was beautifulD2
And both were young yet not alike in youthT
As the sweet moon on the horizon's vergeE2
The maid was on the eve of womanhoodB
The boy had fewer summers but his heartB
Had far outgrown his years and to his eyeA
There was but one beloved face on earthF2
And that was shining on him he had lookedB
Upon it till it could not pass awayN
He had no breath no being but in hersG2
She was his voice he did not speak to herJ
But trembled on her words she was his sightB
For his eye followed hers and saw with hersG2
Which coloured all his objects he had ceasedB
To live within himself she was his lifeH2
The ocean to the river of his thoughtsE
Which terminated all upon a toneP
A touch of hers his blood would ebb and flowM
And his cheek change tempestuously his heartB
Unknowing of its cause of agonyB
But she in these fond feelings had no shareB2
Her sighs were not for him to her he wasI2
Even as a brother but no more 'twas muchU
For brotherless she was save in the nameJ2
Her infant friendship had bestowed on himK2
Herself the solitary scion leftB
Of a time honoured race It was a nameJ2
Which pleased him and yet pleased him not and whyA
Time taught him a deep answer when she lovedB
Another even now she loved anotherJ
And on the summit of that hill she stoodB
Looking afar if yet her lover's steedB
Kept pace with her expectancy and flewL2
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IIIA
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dreamM2
There was an ancient mansion and beforeN2
Its walls there was a steed caparisonedB
Within an antique Oratory stoodB
The Boy of whom I spake he was aloneP
And pale and pacing to and fro anonP
He sate him down and seized a pen and tracedB
Words which I could not guess of then he leanedB
His bowed head on his hands and shook as 'twereN2
With a convulsion then rose againP
And with his teeth and quivering hands did tearN2
What he had written but he shed no tearsO2
And he did calm himself and fix his browN2
Into a kind of quiet as he pausedB
The Lady of his love re entered thereN2
She was serene and smiling then and yetB
She knew she was by him beloved she knewP
For quickly comes such knowledge that his heartB
Was darkened with her shadow and she sawP2
That he was wretched but she saw not allQ2
He rose and with a cold and gentle graspR2
He took her hand a moment o'er his faceV
A tablet of unutterable thoughtsE
Was traced and then it faded as it cameJ2
He dropped the hand he held and with slow stepsS2
Retired but not as bidding her adieuP
For they did part with mutual smiles he passedB
From out the massy gate of that old HallQ2
And mounting on his steed he went his wayN
And ne'er repassed that hoary threshold moreN2
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IVH2
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dreamM2
The Boy was sprung to manhood in the wildsT2
Of fiery climes he made himself a homeU2
And his Soul drank their sunbeams he was girtB
With strange and dusky aspects he was notB
Himself like what he had been on the seaB
And on the shore he was a wandererN2
There was a mass of many imagesV2
Crowded like waves upon me but he wasI2
A part of all and in the last he layN
Reposing from the noontide sultrinessI2
Couched among fallen columns in the shadeB
Of ruined walls that had survived the namesI2
Of those who reared them by his sleeping sideB
Stood camels grazing and some goodly steedsI2
Were fastened near a fountain and a manP
Glad in a flowing garb did watch the whileW2
While many of his tribe slumbered aroundB
And they were canopied by the blue skyA
So cloudless clear and purely beautifulD2
That God alone was to be seen in heavenP
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VB
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dreamM2
The Lady of his love was wed with OneP
Who did not love her better in her homeU2
A thousand leagues from his her native homeU2
She dwelt begirt with growing InfancyB
Daughters and sons of Beauty but beholdB
Upon her face there was a tint of griefH2
The settled shadow of an inward strifeH2
And an unquiet drooping of the eyeA
As if its lid were charged with unshed tearsI2
What could her grief be she had all she lovedB
And he who had so loved her was not thereN2
To trouble with bad hopes or evil wishX2
Or ill repressed affliction her pure thoughtsI2
What could her grief be she had loved him notB
Nor given him cause to deem himself belovedB
Nor could he be a part of that which preyedB
Upon her mind a spectre of the pastB
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VIA
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dreamM2
The Wanderer was returned I saw him standB
Before an altar with a gentle brideB
Her face was fair but was not that which madeB
The Starlight of his Boyhood as he stoodB
Even at the altar o'er his brow there cameJ2
The selfsame aspect and the quivering shockY2
That in the antique Oratory shookZ2
His bosom in its solitude and thenP
As in that hour a moment o'er his faceI2
The tablet of unutterable thoughtsI2
Was traced and then it faded as it cameJ2
And he stood calm and quiet and he spokeY
The fitting vows but heard not his own wordsI2
And all things reeled around him he could seeB
Not that which was nor that which should have beenP
But the old mansion and the accustomed hallQ2
And the remembered chambers and the placeI2
The day the hour the sunshine and the shadeB
All things pertaining to that place and hourN2
And her who was his destiny came backA3
And thrust themselves between him and the lightB
What business had they there at such a timeH
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VIIA
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dreamM2
The Lady of his love Oh she was changedB
As by the sickness of the soul her mindB
Had wandered from its dwelling and her eyesI2
They had not their own lustre but the lookZ2
Which is not of the earth she was becomeG
The queen of a fantastic realm her thoughtsI2
Were combinations of disjointed thingsI2
And forms impalpable and unperceivedB
Of others' sight familiar were to hersI2
And this the world calls frenzy but the wiseI2
Have a far deeper madness and the glanceI2
Of melancholy is a fearful giftB
What is it but the telescope of truthT
Which strips the distance of its fantasiesI2
And brings life near in utter nakednessI2
Making the cold reality too realB3
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VIIIA
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A change came o'erN2

George Gordon Byron



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